Wednesday, May 13, 2015

That's a F in world history as black Africans were the ones who kidnapped/enslaved their brethren and sold to whomever was the highest bidder. Also, being sold into slavery wasn't necessarily for life. Funny, she obviously has white blood. :)

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An incoming Boston University
professor who called "white college males" a "problem population" and
was publicly criticized by the university's president said on Tuesday
she regrets making the remarks.

Black
sociology professor Saida Grundy, who completed her doctorate at the
University of Michigan last year, had declared on her now-private
Twitter account that "white masculinity is THE problem for America's
colleges."

In other recent
tweets, she said, "Deal with your white (expletive), white people.
slavery is a (asterisk)YALL(asterisk) thing," and "Every MLK week I
commit myself to not spending a dime in white-owned businesses. And
every year I find it nearly impossible."

“And that video is further clear
evidence that Obama and his administration is involved in a conspiracy
to overthrow America’s defenses, laws, borders and republic by flooding
America with as many people as possible who will be dependent on the
system and the socialists who helped them,” Gheen told WND. “He’s going
for broke because he knows that (Mitch) McConnell, (John) Boehner and
the other sell-out Republicans won’t stop him.

“In fact, many of those Republicans are now voting for his
Trans-Pacific Partnership trade deal and trying to get him more bodies,
more non-Americans, into America. The name of the game is to get as many
non-Americans with alien perspectives and principles into America so
that America’s condition becomes terminal.”

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The U.S. is bringing in 100,000 Muslims
every year through legal channels such as the United Nations refugee
program and various visa programs, but new reports indicate a pipeline
has been established through the southern border with the help of the
federal agency whose job it is to protect the homeland.

They are coming from Somalia and other African nations, according to a
Homeland Security official who was caught recently transporting a
busload of Africans to a detention center near Victorville, California.

Somalia is the home base of al-Shabab, a designated foreign terrorist
organization that slaughtered 147 Christians at a university in Kenya
just last month. It executed another 67 at the Westgate Mall in Nairobi,
Kenya, in 2013, and has put out warnings that it will target malls in
Canada and the U.S. Dozens of Somali refugees in the U.S. have been
arrested, charged and convicted of providing support to overseas
terrorist organizations over the past few years.

Libya is also awash in Islamist terror following the death of Moammar
Gadhafi in 2011. ISIS beheaded 21 Coptic Christians on a Libyan beach
in February.

So when Anita Fuentes of OpenYourEyesPeople.com
posted a video of a U.S. Department of Homeland Security bus pulling
into a Shell station in Victorville, on the night of May 7, admitting he
had a busload of Somalis and other Africans who had crossed the
southern border, it raised more than a few eyebrows among those
concerned with illegal immigration and national security.

Last week we forwarded a request from Mike Herring in
Tampa for assistance with raising funds to replace the massive flags
they fly at the Confederate Memorial Park/Flag Site on Interstate 75. I
am pleased to report that, as always, the response of our supporters
was swift and generous, and would like to thank all those who answered
the call! Here is an update from Mr. Herring.

Thanks to the overwhelming response from supporters all throughout the Southland we have reached our goal of 2600.00. I have received donations from Texas, Louisiana, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Tennessee, Georgia and of course Florida.

Donations ranged from 10.00 to 500.00 so that I can order replacement flags for the Tampa site.The news gets better.

Ruffin Flag Rep Andy Fuqua saw my message on Susan Hathaway's Blog and contacted me last Friday with a offer under the previous cost which saves us 700.00 including free shipping.

My plans are to order the largest ANV Battle and 3rd National flags in the world.

Walking into the shadows, walking alone
Where the sun falls through the ruined boughs of locust
Up to the president's office. . . .Hearing the voices
Whisper, Hush, it is General Lee! And strangely
Hearing my own voice say, Good morning, boys.
(Don't get up. You are early. It is long
Before the bell. You will have long to wait
On these cold steps. . . .)
The young have time to wait

But soldiers' faces under their tossing flags
Lift no more by any road or field,
And I am spent with old wars and new sorrow.
Walking the rocky path, where steps decay
And the paint cracks and grass eats on the stone.
It is not General Lee, young men. . .
It is Robert Lee in a dark civilian suit who walks,
An outlaw fumbling for the latch, a voice
Commanding in a dream where no flag flies.

My father's house is taken and his hearth
Left to the candle-drippings where the ashes
Whirl at a chimney-breath on the cold stone.
I can hardly remember my father's look, I cannot
Answer his voice as he calls farewell in the misty
Mounting where riders gather at gates.
He was old then--I was a child--his hand
Held out for mine, some daybreak snatched away,
And he rode out, a broken man. Now let
His lone grave keep, surer than cypress roots,
The vow I made beside him. God too late
Unseals to certain eyes the drift
Of time and the hopes of men and a sacred cause.
The fortune of the Lees goes with the land
Whose sons will keep it still. My mother
Told me much. She sat among the candles,
Fingering the Memoirs, now so long unread.
And as my pen moves on across the page
Her voice comes back, a murmuring distillation
Of old Virginia times now faint and gone,
The hurt of all that was and cannot be.

Why did my father write? I know he saw
History clutched as a wraith out of blowing mist
Where tongues are loud, and a glut of little souls
Laps at the too much blood and the burning house.
He would have his say, but I shall not have mine.

What I do is only a son's devoir
To a lost father. Let him only speak.
The rest must pass to men who never knew
(But on a written page) the strike of armies,
And never heard the long Confederate cry
Charge through the muzzling smoke or saw the bright
Eyes of the beardless boys go up to death.
It is Robert Lee who writes with his father's hand--
The rest must go unsaid and the lips be locked.

If all were told, as it cannot be told--
If all the dread opinion of the heart
Now could speak, now in the shame and torment
Lashing the bound and trampled States--

If a word were said, as it cannot be said--
I see clear waters run in Virginia's Valley
And in the house the weeping of young women
Rises no more. The waves of grain begin.
The Shenandoah is golden with a new grain.
The Blue Ridge, crowned with a haze of light,
Thunders no more. The horse is at plough. The rifle
Returns to the chimney crotch and the hunter's hand.
And nothing else than this? Was it for this
That on an April day we stacked our arms
Obedient to a soldier's trust? To lie
Ground by heels of little men,

Forever maimed, defeated, lost, impugned?
And was I then betrayed? Did I betray?
If it were said, as it still might be said--
If it were said, and a word should run like fire,
Like living fire into the roots of grass,
The sunken flag would kindle on wild hills,
The brooding hearts would waken, and the dream
Stir like a crippled phantom under the pines,
And this torn earth would quicken into shouting
Beneath the feet of the ragged bands—

The pen
Turns to the waiting page, the sword
Bows to the rust that cankers and the silence.

Among these boys whose eyes lift up to mine
Within gray walls where droning wasps repeat
A hollow reveille, I still must face,
Day after day, the courier with his summons
Once more to surrender, now to surrender all.
Without arms or men I stand, but with knowledge only
I face what long I saw, before others knew,
When Pickett's men streamed back, and I heard the tangled
Cry of the Wilderness wounded, bloody with doom.

The mountains, once I said, in the little room
At Richmond, by the huddled fire, but still
The President shook his head. The mountains wait,

I said, in the long beat and rattle of siege
At cratered Petersburg. Too late
We sought the mountains and those people came.
And Lee is in the mountains now, beyond Appomatox,
Listening long for voices that will never speak
Again; hearing the hoofbeats that come and go and fade
Without a stop, without a brown hand lifting
The tent-flap, or a bugle call at dawn,
Or ever on the long white road the flag
Of Jackson's quick brigades. I am alone,
Trapped, consenting, taken at last in mountains.

It is not the bugle now, or the long roll beating.
The simple stroke of a chapel bell forbids
The hurtling dream, recalls the lonely mind.
Young men, the God of your fathers is a just
And merciful God Who in this blood once shed
On your green altars measures out all days,
And measures out the grace
Whereby alone we live;
And in His might He waits,
Brooding within the certitude of time,
To bring this lost forsaken valor
And the fierce faith undying
And the love quenchless
To flower among the hills to which we cleave,
To fruit upon the mountains whither we flee,
Never forsaking, never denying
His children and His children's children forever
Unto all generations of the faithful heart.

Via Charlie "Brock, a friend..........got me to read this book from the guy who wrote One Second After.

If you want some insight into what very likely might be coming across our southern border and what their intent is it's well worth reading. You can get it on Kindle for about $3.25 or so. Be sure to read the foreword.

It's a novella, doesn't take that long to read. It will make you think and war game a bit. I found the story as he wrote it to be a bit exaggerated, requiring me to strain to suspend disbelief in terms of numbers of people and firepower but the premise is sound and the end result is predictable and exactly what you and I and most of our kind fear most."

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This novella by New York Times bestselling author William R. Forstchen
imagines a horrifying scenario where, in the course of one day, the
terrorist group ISIS carries out massacres in schools and on highways
across the United States. With a surprisingly small but well-organized
and ruthless force, the nightmarish devastation brings America to a
state of near-paralysis.

Laws is demanding that East Chapel Hill High School suspend
the two white female students. She is also demanding that UNC block one
of the girls from starting college next fall. She is also
demanding that the school reduce the number of black students it
suspends, by giving some black students a free pass for misbehavior.

When Laws held her press conference to call for the two girls to be
suspended. One of the fathers, Ron Creatore, tried to calmly reason with
Laws. She hysterically shouted “racist” and other buzz words at
Creatore.

Creatore asked Laws if she would ta ke a stand against the
“cyber-bullying” of his daughter caused by Law’s harassment campaign.
Laws said she would. Then in e-mails, now made public by Creatore, she
flat out refuses to do so. Then she had the audacity to claim
that Creatore was “violently disturbed.” Laws responds to Creatore by
saying that any future e-mails would be perceived as “a threat” and that
she would request that the police intervene.

Ron Creatore is the father of one of the girls. He explains what is actually happening in the photo:

One of My daughter’s friends snapped her picture holding the Rebel
flag. My daughter was on a school trip to Gettysburg for her honors
Civil War class reenacting the Confederacy’s tactics during Pickett’s
Charge, a famous battle during the Civil War. The flag was owned by the
school, the trip was sanctioned by the school, and my daughter was
acting under the direction of her teacher doing exactly what he told her
to do. This trip has been conducted this way for 30 years !

One of my daughter’s classmates snapped a photo of her holding the
flag and it was posted on Instagram. Now, the NAACP wants my daughter
suspended, has asked UNC to withdraw my daughter’s enrollment for next
fall, and has defamed/shamed me as being a white supremacist and
privileged white racist merely because I have attempted to defend my
daughter by asking the NAACP to acknowledge the facts.

Now the NAACP is threatening criminal action against me (see below)
for asking them to speak out about the Cyber-Bullying that my daughter
is being subjected to as a result of inflammatory statements being made
by the NAACP and its supporters.

Please help shed some light on what the on the hypocrisy that the NAACP is displaying as they attack my family.

In there you will see how I drew on classical fighting strategy,
techniques and tactics that have been tried and tested in insurgencies
for at least the last 150 years, most notably on the African continent,
but also abroad. What worked and what didn’t.

You will also see how I consider the crime in South Africa as an
orchestrated war, an insurgency by the criminal and terrorist government
of the ANC/Communist alliance against the people of South Africa and
therefore must be fought as such.

You will further see how I mention that if you want to win such an
insurgency, it is imperative to gain the initiative, then go on the
offence and once your opponent is on the rear foot or fleeing to hunt
him down with superior speed and destroy him.

I said that we are not looking for a fair fight. You have to be more
cunning, more agressive and more brutal than your opponent and you have
to out-leverage him for instance, but not limited to, with superior
weapons.

In one of my case studies I used the example of General Lothar von
Trotha against the murderous and terrorist Herero insurgency in German
South West Africa (Namibia) in the early 1900’s.

After winning the battle of Waterberg, Von Throtha, on horseback and
thus with speed, kept the Hereros running and chased them into the
desert. He “leapfrogged” them and set up soldiers in advance around
waterholes who would beat off and chase the Hereros ever further into
the desert until they were almost completely annihilated and never ever
became a threat again.

It is therefore no surprise to see that Eeben Barlow’s, Private Military
Company (PMC) “STTEP” is now using those exact same tactics to defeat
Boko Haram in Nigeria.

Democrats have spent years believing that one more left-wing
justice on the Supreme Court will enable them to overturn the 2nd
Amendment. And should they succeed, our most important inalienable
right–the one which has secured the continued existence of all the
others–would cease to exist.

Of course, it’s no use telling liberals that the Bill of
Rights doesn’t work that way; that inalienable—that is, God-given–rights
can’t be voted, legislated or ruled out of existence. It’s no use
because in their collectivist mind the left will have acquired the Holy
Grail: constitutional permission to disarm the American people.

The question is how they will try to accomplish it. How can
300 million firearms, give or take, be separated from 100 million
willing or unwilling owners, give or take?

Thirty-one House Democrats have proposed legislation that would
prevent people from buying ammunition online, and would instead require
all purchases to be made in person — a change they admit is aimed at
preventing people from buying “unlimited” ammunition over the Internet.

The Stop Online Ammunition Sales Act, from freshman Rep. Bonnie
Watson Coleman (D-N.J.), would also require all ammo dealers to be
licensed by the government, and require bulk ammo purchases to be
reported to the government.

Ask youth and Democrats in America what
they think of socialism and a growing number will answer in the
positive, pointing to Norway, Sweden and self-declared socialist Sen.
Bernie Sanders as their examples, a new survey showed.

YouGov
conducted a survey of how Americans these days are viewing socialism,
and the perception has greatly changed since Moscow Red Square
military-parade days.

I note with amusement that the news of South African mercenaries
becoming involved (with very effective results) in the fight against
Boko Haram in Nigeria has just hit the headlines.

With their roots
in South Africa apartheid-era security forces, they do not fit the
standard image of an army of libeation. But after just three months on
the ground, a squad of grizzled, ageing white mercenaries have helped to
end Boko Haram's six-long year reign of terror in northern Nigeria.

Run by Colonel Eeben Barlow, a former commander in the South African
Defence Force, the group of bush warfare experts were recruited in top
secrecy in January to train an elite strike group within Nigeria's
disorganised, demoralised army.

Some of the guns-for-hire cut their teeth in South Africa's border wars
30 years ago. But their formidable fighting skills – backed by their own
helicopter pilots flying combat missions – have proved decisive in
helping the military turn around its campaign against Boko Haram in its
north-eastern strongholds.

President Obama suffered a defeat at the hands of his own
party on Tuesday, as Senate Democrats blocked a key component of the
president's trade agenda.
After fierce lobbying on both sides of
the issue, the bid to start debate -- on expanding the president's
authority to negotiate trade deals -- failed on a 52-45 vote. It needed
60 votes to advance.

With many Americans wondering why so much alienation exists in cities
such as Baltimore, Maryland, perhaps one answer is a reaction to
decades of federal government programs that have been driving the
destruction of the American family.

The Family Research Council's Marriage and Religion Research
Institute has released a report highlighting the startling statistic
that only 16 percent of teenagers in Baltimore between the ages of 15
and 17 have been raised in an intact, married family. Baltimore is one
of the five least "intact" counties in the entire United States. Bishop
E. W. Jackson, a senior research fellow for the Family Research Council,
related this depressing fact to the recent senseless rioting and
looting in the city.

"Boys ... are inculcated with the values of the
streets," he explained, adding that "race and poverty become an excuse
for criminality." The crisis in the African-American community, Jackson
contends, is in "marriage and family."

Remembrance

Execution of Colonel Ho Ngoc CanLast words: "If I won the war, I would not condemn you as you have condemned me.I would not humiliate you as you have humiliated me.I would not ask you questions that you asked me.I fought for the freedom of my people.I have merit and I am not guilty.No one can convict me.History will criticize you as my Communist enemy.You want to kill me, then kill me.Do not blindfold me.Down with the Communists.Long live the Republic of Viet Nam !"

Colonel CraigMandeville:

“They wanted the people to see that he was dead,” said Craig Mandeville, an American adviser to the South Vietnamese army who fought side by side with Can. “He was believed to be some sort of invincible guy. The North Vietnamese thought that, too, and I even thought that when I fought with him.”

“He said, ‘OK, the country’s fallen, but by God we’re still South Vietnamese and we’re free,’ ” Mandeville recalled. “So he went down to Chuong Tien province and rounded up all these soldiers down there to form a Free Vietnam.”

Col. Can didn’t live long after that, but the legacy of his struggle lives on.

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Core Creek Militia

==============================My sixth great grandfather, his wife, and five of his six children were killed in battle with the Tuscarora Indians at Core Creek, NC.

The Seven Blackbirds

==============================My third great grandfather was an Ensign in the Revolutionary War, and saved his unit's flag after being wounded at the Battle of Brandywine. He was also at Kingston (Kinston), Wilmington, Charleston, Two Sisters and Augusta. He was at the defeat at Brier Creek and also Bee Creek.

Requiem Aeternam -
Eternal Rest Grant unto Them
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My second great grandfather was killed in action on May 3, 1863 at the Battle of Chancellorsville.
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My great grandfather and great uncle knew all the men in the "Civil War Requiem" video as they were part of the 53rd NC which was the sole unit defending Fort Mahone. (Fort Mahone was named "Fort Damnation" by the Yankees) *Handpicked men of the 53rd (My great grandfather was one of these) made the final, night assault at Petersburg in an attempt to break Grant's line. This was against Fort Stedman which was a few miles to the slight northeast. They initially succeeded, but reinforcements drove them back. This video is made from photographs which were taken the day after the 53rd evacuated the lines the night before to begin the retreat to Appomattox. I have many more pictures taken by the same photographer, one of these shows a 14 year old boy and the other is the famous picture of the blond, handsome soldier with his musket.
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*General Gordon promised the men a gold medal and 30 days leave if they accomplished their task and many years after the War my great grandfather wrote General Gordon, who was then governor of Georgia about this incident. They exchanged several letters which I have framed. See first link below.
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*The Attack On Fort Stedman
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"His Colored Friends"
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Lee's Surrender
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My Black NC Kinfolks
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Punished For Being Caught!

Great Grandfather Koonce

He was a drummer boy in the WBTS, survived the War only to die a few years later. He was caught in an ice storm on his way home, but instead of seeking shelter, continued on his horse until the end. His clothes had to be cut off and he died a few days later.